Everyone came to a tavern. This was the tallest building on the entire street, a three-story building. The wall color was obvious at first glance, but it was quite neat. There were a few good horses tied in front of the door. Compared with the entire street, it looked unique.
"The wine in this restaurant is quite good." The Destruction Sword Saint sniffed it gently and said with a smile.
Lu Ming frowned. He was not allowed to drink wine, both on earth and in this world. After all, alcohol will slow down the killer's keen perception and easily make mistakes. Lu Ming also knew that the brewing ability of this world is indeed not as good as that of the industrially developed earth. The alcohol content and taste are no match for it. However, the smell of wine floating out of this tavern is extremely spicy and has a very mellow taste. It can be seen that there are indeed some methods for brewing wine.
When I entered the tavern, there were a few luxuriously dressed people drinking and talking to each other. Under the influence of alcohol, everyone seemed very happy.
Lu Ming swept it and walked directly to the second floor. The guy who followed him was shocked by Leng Jian's face.
The drinkers in the tavern seemed to notice something was wrong, but when they looked up and stopped vomiting, they did not notice anything unusual. The young man shrank into the corner, trembling all over, as if he had just walked out of the ice cellar, but his heart kept reminding himself to forget the murderous face.
Nangong Huajian grabbed a small wine jar with his left hand and placed a steel sword on the table. Next to it, there were jars of wine, and the tabletops that were not too large in front of him were filled with.
He drank a jar in one gulp, then put down the jar decadently, with a strong smell of alcohol in his mouth, and his blurry eyes seemed to be savoring the spicy or something. Then he smiled bitterly, reached out and grabbed another jar, crushed the mud seal at the mouth of the jar, raised his head suddenly, and poured it into his mouth with a faint beige yellow wine.
Gudong Gudong...
The cold wine slurry flowed into his mouth with a spicy and hot breath. The pleasure generated by the sharp contrast made people linger. Nangong Huajian was very intoxicated by this feeling. However, suddenly, he suddenly felt something, which made him shake his whole body. His hazy eyes were on the stairs. Lu Ming's indifferent face appeared. Beside him were the Destruction Sword Saint and the Old Sword Master, and finally Leng Jian and Zhuo Ligetu.
"you……"
The sudden appearance of the crowd made Nangong Huajian stand up and stood there. Then he rubbed his hazy eyes like a conditioned reflex. After seeing everyone clearly, he smiled, and a warm current in his heart gently brushed by. The stimulation of alcohol was not the stimulation of everyone, but the sudden appearance of everyone made him feel moved.
The next moment, the smile on his face was restrained. His originally handsome face was covered with stubble at this moment, and under the background of alcohol, he seemed so vicissitudes and decadent.
Time seemed to be still, Nangong Huajian stood with a wine jar, and Lu Ming and others stood like this, looking at him silently.
The past experience kept coming to my mind, and Nangong Huajian suddenly smiled bitterly. No matter how strong his sword energy was, it would definitely be gradually drifting away from everyone. They did not dislike him, but he had become a drag. From then on, it would be impossible for him to be the same person.
I have worked hard, worked hard, and have these brothers of life and death who can hand over their backs, which is enough.
What else can life be like? What's more, I've gotten it, or what I've gotten it, is enough.
Now I can only feel at ease if I let them put aside this concern.
Nangong Huajian curled his wry smile. The wine jar that was almost put down was lifted up again. He was about to drink again, but found that Lu Ming was holding a sword in his hand! It was his left hand!
He has always been the sword in his left hand, but now he is holding the sword in his left hand. When did the sword be unsheathed? And how did it be unsheathed?
Nangong Huajian frowned. He didn't notice how his sword was unsheathed, or that his sword should have been there, but in the last moment, his sword was in the scabbard.
Lu Ming raised his left hand and stabbed out with a sword out of thin air.
The sword is shadowless and silent, it is such a simple stab that it cannot be simpler.
Nangong Huajian's posture was about to drink and was frozen in an instant. This sword had the ups and downs of swordsmanship, the feelings of life and death, the touch of life, and the true meaning of swordsmanship...
The amount of information contained in this sword was too huge, so huge that it was like an unstoppable dragon, instantly filling Nangong Huajian's brain.
At one moment, Nangong Huajian laughed loudly, and he laughed so loudly that he was not a little decadent.
With a bang, Nangong Huajian fell off the wine jar in his hand, then grabbed the steel sword on the table and walked towards Lu Ming.
At this moment, on a street not much pedestrian from Wudao Street, Jiuke's Home, the swordsman was walking hurriedly. Because he was anxious and afraid, no matter which one of the people living on this street, no matter which one is rich, he is powerful, and no one can afford to offend, even if he looks at him, he will be beaten up and thrown out of the street, even the state capital will not care.
He hurried across the tall courtyard walls, and soon he was scared by the various strange beasts that were roaring. He knew that it was a monster raised by rich or powerful people as pets, so he couldn't afford to offend him.
After walking for a while, he looked up and saw a house with the word "Yang" written on it, and hurriedly walked in through the corner gate. This is the house that Yang Weide recently bought, and the source of the money is naturally the reward of this year's Sword Hall Trial Competition. However, he said that buying this house was mainly to serve the temporary residence for the goddess in his heart, so there was no servant at all, because he liked to practice swords in a pure environment and had to serve the goddess himself.
"Fan Zhongsheng, I haven't told you that you all want to come here less?"
In the wide courtyard, a young man with a long figure and coordinated figure was dancing gently with his sword. He had a handsome face with a slightly melon-shaped shape, and his slender sword eyebrows perfectly outlined the face shape that a handsome man should have. However, his eyes were extremely gloomy, which made people feel like he was being targeted by a snake at a glance.
Fan Zhongsheng shook his whole body, a dry smile appeared on his face, and he quickly said, "Boss Yang, I have urgent reports, so I came here."
"Urgent? Is it related to that useless man?" Yang Weide was still waving the sword in his hand. Even when he heard his subordinates say that there was an urgent matter, he did not withdraw the sword, and did not stop at all. His whole body was in a casual and casual manner, as if he was half an immortal.
Xiao Fan hesitated for a moment and said, "It's considered yes, but not."
"What's this?" Yang Weide moved his body, and the sword in his hand 'clang' and returned to the sheath: "Tell me clearly!"
Fan Zhongsheng shook his whole body again, and he didn't even have time to swallow a mouthful of saliva, so he said, "The boss has always asked me to stare at the useless man Nangong Huajian. He is really useless now. He is still drinking all day and doesn't even practice true energy. However, today there are a group of people coming from the direction of Tiandu City, including old and young, men and women, but they come to find the useless man. And I can be sure that they are not here to challenge him, but someone else."
"What's the point of challenging a useless person?" Yang Weide's mouth showed a cold smile: "If you want to challenge, the younger generation in Fenghua City will come to challenge me in the future. Are others still qualified?"
"That's of course, but those people are going to Holy Sword Mountain to challenge Lord Xue Mei!"
"What? They dare to challenge Lord Xue Mei's majesty?" Yang Weide was shocked, and his face immediately became cold and cruel. His feminine face became cold and cruel, and his eyes radiated with a vicious light.
Yang Weide felt that a sacred place in his heart would be almost desecrated, because Lord Xue Mei would never repay his kindness to him in this life!
As early as three years ago, when my sword realm was just a master of swordsmanship, I was trapped in the cultivation wasteland. It was not that I gave up, but that no matter how I practiced, the sword realm did not improve at all.
At this time, Xue Mei appeared, which was so beautiful, white, cold and arrogant, just like the snow lotus on the holy mountain, without any trace of dust. She was like a gift given to her by the Supreme Sword Dao. With just a few instructions, she allowed herself to cross the ditch.
Later, whenever she came to Fenghua City, she would look at her and leave a few pills to improve her sword realm more steadily.
Although she has not spoken to her for more than ten sentences, the more she is like this, she seems to be the extraordinary person. She is a real and noble existence!
He looked around his surroundings, the huge courtyard, exquisite architectural design, and beautiful garden scenes. Everything shows that having this place means having an outstanding status.
This is my house, a resting place I prepared for the goddess. Yang Weide has always kept Xue Mei in his heart and provided for him, and at the same time he realized that his pace was getting closer and closer to the goddess in his heart.
He thought not only once that as long as he stood a little higher, he could touch the goddess. At that time, he would be more qualified to stand by the goddess and accompany her to conquer the world!
Every man has ambition, and every man has a supreme goddess in his heart, which cannot tolerate others' blasphemy, even if it is just a few reptiles.
But looking back a year ago, in addition to the one who suddenly disappeared, there was also a young man in Nangong Huajian's team. Now it seems that the young man should be Lu Ming.
This kid...a typical prodigal son! He has no powerful friends at all, and the same is true for Nangong Huajian. He was proud of himself before, and he didn't take anyone seriously. Now he is in a down-and-out manner, and no one is willing to be his friend! (To be continued.)